Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Felix | skinship maniac

Felix wants to prove you wrong. Oh, God, how much he wants it. Even if you're right. Even if his fingertips are already tingling without your body's warmth. Still, Felix wants to prove you wrong. He's not a skinship maniac, for goodness sake!

It all started a few days ago. The truth was, Felix didn't know what made you so mad. He was behaving as usual, a hug for every greeting, a kiss for every goodbye. Arm on your tight when you were swinging your legs over his, eating your lunch together at a canteen. His head on your shoulder when both of you were studying together. Fingers intertwined 24/7. Because, it's how it should be when you're in relationships, right?

And being honest? You loved it. His skin pressed to yours, his body warmth never leaving yours.

You just wanted him to admit it, right? That he IS indeed a skinship maniac. Because no one in their right mind would be so clingy ALL the time. Like, he didn't even need to rest. He DIDN'T NEED IT.

Definitely, a skinship maniac. The most beautiful, softest skinship maniac ever. Yours.

But still, a maniac.

And here you are now. Face to face on the library's floor, leaning your backs against the bookshelves, "studying". In reality — testing each other's patience, trying to see who will give up first. Who will touch first.

Felix wants to be the winner of this stupid game. Stubborn, he doesn't let himself get close to you since the morning. 7 hours straight, he was counting. No touching, no hugging, no kissing. Nothing. Just staring and wishing this day to end as fast as it's possible.

He tries to concentrate on his studies, he really does. Stares at the book, rereads every sentence thrice to make sure he understands everything. But he can still see you in the corners of his eyes, motionless figure. So beautiful, so desirable, it blows his head off.

What's the price?

Felix freezes on the spot, realisation suddenly hitting him like a truck.

No, wait. For real. What was the reward?

DID YOU TALK ABOUT THE REWARD??

Felix realises it only now. You didn't discuss what the winner will get. For goodness' sake!..

He glances at the book on his lap and slams it shut in annoyance. You! Little troublemaker! Tricked, betrayed him so easily. And he fell for it like a fool...

Oh, God...

Felix looks up at you.

Does he want to touch you? Yes.
Will it mean that he is a skinship maniac? Definitely yes.
Does he care about this title? Oh, God, no.

His book flies to the floor. He makes a decision within a second, the relief rushing through his body like a strong wave, sobering up his head. Clouding up his heart.

And then that decision leads him to where he is now.

It surprises you at first when Felix kneels in front of you, resting his palm on your leg, hoping to get your attention. Of course, you noticed his stare, saw the way the gears were spinning in his head while he was thinking about something. Of course, you heard the loud sound with which his book flew off his laps and landed on the floor.

Honestly, you could've predicted it from the very beginning. But you didn't. Or maybe didn't want to?..

"Y/n."

You turn from page 256 to 257, highlighting a random quote with your pencil. You want to rewrite it in your notebook. You know it'll be useful when you'll be preparing for exams.

"Y/n..."

His knees, bumping into your thigh. His fingers, playing hide and seek with yours, not fully interlocked but still touching. Just slightly.

His eyes, never leaving your face.

Oh, goddamn it, Felix.

"Y/n, are you there?"

Fingers running up and down your palm, shivers appearing on the back of your neck. You didn't know you were missing this.

"I think you're losing," you're trying to pretend that it doesn't bother you. But you know it's a waste, to lie in front of Felix. You're trying anyway.

"I don't care," he shrugs, his hand running higher, to your neck and cheeks. "I missed you."

"We had 3 lectures together today," you allow yourself to smile, hoping, he won't recognise the fondness hidden in the curve of your lips.

"It still is not enough when I can't even touch you," he almost whines, moving even closer. His fingers are long ago tangled in your hair, trying to massage your scalp. "Hey, y/n, hug me. Please."

"Oh, Felix—" You surrender willingly. The thought of you winning doesn't even cross your mind.

It feels freaking right to feel his nose finally drawing something indescribable on your neck. It feels amazingly appropriate to be pressed to his chest, in the circle of his arms.

"Don't even try to repeat this," he frowns, his words dancing on your lips. "I admit I'm a skinship maniac. Whatever. I don't care."

You wipe the last word from his lips with your own, kissing him almost harshly, hungrily, missing him even more with every minute passing by.

"Just, please," Felix answers you quickly before leaning back, smiling contentedly. "Give me that fucking attention and skinship. Okay?"

"Okay," your laughter dies in his mouth. Your back gets pressed to the bookshelves behind you. The book that you were reading before slides to the floor, trying not to disturb you both.

No, you're not going to study today anymore.